An hour later, Mount Mao arrived at the gate of the mountain.
"Old Qing, just send it here, I'm leaving first!"
"Don't forget to come to Dragon Tiger Mountain to listen to the sermon!"
Zhang Jingqing patted Yun Qingzi on the shoulder, then strode away with Qingping Sword and Zhang Zhiwei on his back.
Looking at the retreating figures of the two people, Yun Qingzi stood there with an extremely complicated expression on his face.
In those eyes, there was a trace of reluctance, envy, and even a hint of jealousy that was difficult to conceal.
[I'm envious! This kind of pie-in-the-sky pie-in-the-sky, grandmaster's reward for the meal, why can't it be our turn, Mount Mao!]
[God, why don't you give me Mount Mao and give me Green Ox as a gift!]
"Sect Leader, that sword..."
Zheng Zibu was just about to step forward and say something, when Yun Qingzi glared back.
"Stop talking nonsense! Go and inform the elders to gather at the Mount Mao hall in half an hour and say that I have something important to discuss!"
Yun Qingzi took a deep breath and lowered his voice. "Remember, no one is missing, even those who are in seclusion, wake me up!"
After finishing his words, Yun Qingzi flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked quickly towards the main hall.
After a stick of incense, Mount Mao main hall.
All the core elders of Mount Mao gathered here, and even the die-hard elders who had been in seclusion all year round and claimed that they "will never leave seclusion until they see the true immortal" were forcibly dragged out.
"Sect Leader, what's going on? It's so urgent!"
An elder with messy hair patted his medicine gourd with a dissatisfied look on his face. "I was refining the elixir just now. At the most critical moment of the heat, your shout caused the entire pot of elixir to be wasted. If it's nothing serious, you have to compensate me!"
"That's right!" Another elder also complained, "I was just drawing Five Thunder Talisman, and the pen dropped. What the hell are you doing!"
"Me too, I'm reading an ancient book..."
All the elders began to complain one after another, and the hall suddenly became a quarrel.
Seeing this, Yun Qingzi sighed helplessly, raised his hand and said, "Okay, okay, stop arguing! That's it, Zhang Jingqing from Dragon Tiger Mountain came today..."
As soon as he finished preaching to Zhang Qingxuan and giving Qingping Sword as a token, the crowd below instantly exploded.
"Sect Leader, are you kidding!"
An elder shouted at the table, "Qingping Sword? That is Shangqing Sage's most precious treasure of enlightenment. How could it appear in this small world of ours!"
"What are you daydreaming about in broad daylight?"
"Yes Sect Leader, that must be fake, right? Zhang Jingqing, is that old bastard trying to fool you?"
"Yes, it must be a fake! That is the sword that belonged to the founder of the Qing Dynasty. How could it be given to him just like he said?"
"You must have been deceived by that old guy Zhang Jingqing!"
"Did he even show off to you?"
Listening to these doubts, Yun Qingzi shook his head, his expression became extremely solemn. "That sword should be real."
He paused, and his voice was low but powerful. "And when Zhang Jingqing took out the sword before, the Lingbao Tianzun statue in our Three Pure Ones statue suddenly burst into light and resonated strongly with the sword!"
"Moreover, I have just contacted Mount Mao's ancestors through secret methods."
"They fell into silence at first, but in the end, the founder of the mountain told me in person that there was indeed a pure aura on that sword that was so rich that it couldn't be dissolved!"
"So even if that sword has nothing to do with the real Qingping Sword, it is still Qingping Sword named after Shangqing Sage."
"This is just my own guess, the possibility is less than 10%!"
As soon as these words came out, the entire hall fell into silence.
The induction of the Three Pure Ones statue, coupled with the confirmation of the founder, completely confirmed the identity of the sword - Qingping Sword given by Shangqing Sage!
Oh my God! Their Dragon Tiger Mountain is from Taiqing Lineage. How come they have Qingping Sword given by Shangqing Sage? They don't play with it like this!
Yun Qingzi knocked on the table and pulled everyone back from their thoughts. "Now, we should not worry about the authenticity of the sword, but should think about how to choose the people who listen to the sermon this time!"
Upon hearing this, the elders immediately became energetic and began to frantically fight for opportunities for their disciples.
"Brother Sect Leader, my disciple is extremely talented and has extraordinary understanding. If he goes to Dragon Tiger Mountain, he will definitely bring glory to us Mount Mao!"
"Senior brother, my disciple Thunder Method Xiaocheng has a solid foundation and is the most suitable person to listen to the sermon!"
"Senior brother, my disciple Fu Lu is extremely talented. Maybe he can learn something from the sermon!"
"Senior brother, my disciples have made great contributions to killing demons and demons over the years. You have to think about it!"
An hour later, the list of disciples listening to the sermon was finally confirmed.
The elders began to fight for their own quota again, wanting to go to Dragon Tiger Mountain to see it in person.
However, before anyone could say anything, Yun Qingzi made the decision directly.
"I have already decided which elders will go, you don't have to argue anymore!"
Having said that, Yun Qingzi directly threw out two lists.
After everyone took it and took a look, they immediately became quiet and no one raised any objections.
One of them is a list of people who were decided by Yun Qingzi a few days ago to go down the mountain in troubled times.
On the other list of listeners, 80% of the people were on the list of people going down the mountain.
The faces of the selected elders instantly showed expressions of ecstasy.
"Haha, brothers, I accept the concession!" An elder proudly raised his hand.
"It seems that I have good luck!" Another elder also smiled from ear to ear.
"We will definitely bring back what we heard and share it with all our senior brothers!"
"Senior brothers, don't worry, I am an old friend with an elder Dragon Tiger Mountain, and I will bring you local specialties!"
After hearing these words, the elders who were not selected did not feel any resentment in their hearts, but had complicated expressions in their eyes.
"Humph, Lao Lin, you should be nice when you go, don't embarrass us Mount Mao!" an elder who was not selected pretended to be disgusted and cursed.
"And you, little plum, listen well, learn more real skills, don't die earlier than me!" Another elder also followed suit and "taunted".
"That's right! If you learn good things, you will live a few more years, otherwise I will have no place to gather wool!"
Listening to these arrogant and awkward "admonitions", Yun Qingzi looked at this group of senior brothers who had been together for decades, and his eyes were slightly moist.
He seemed to have seen them when they were young - they were the same at that time. On the surface they looked like they couldn't deal with each other, bickering and quarreling every day, but in their hearts they cared about each other more than anyone else.
However, time has taken away too many people.
The senior brothers of their generation are now the only ones left.
Going down the mountain to listen to the sermon this time may be one of their few opportunities to do their best for Mount Mao.